• 3 Years Ago

Ginny gasped, her very last breath, just before the Dark Lord fully consumed her soul. The next gasp out of her mouth, came from Tom.

The former Dark Lord, and currently little girl, groaned, hesitantly sitting up. His (Her?) head was spinning. Though he would gladly take this hangover. When his other option was being trapped in a Diary... with no human contact for 50 years...

Suddenly, everything he had the girl do... and everything he, himself, had done... came back... and he felt something he never had before. He wasn't sure what it was. All he knew was his victory didn't hold the same level of ecstasy it had a moment ago.

Curling around his stolen form, his eyes began to... do something he never thought him capable... salt water dripped down his face.

"I'm sorry," He sobbed, meaning every syllable.

" Is Speaker well?" He heard the Basilisk hiss, with clear concern... he wasn't sure why. The giant snake did nothing but bitch at him before.

Her tongue flicking out, tasting the magic around the human child. Nodding to herself. " Speaker was careless with the spells. Speaker is an echo of a soul, a slither. You might be the more dominant personality, but the soul's essence was stronger. Your follower failed you, speaker. He should have sacrificed a less moral soul... Speaker is corrupted by sentiment..." She spoke in an almost teasing tone. " Maybe now we can actually fulfill your elders purpose. It's our job to PROTECT the school, and you have me terrorizing those same students."

Tom hiccuped, "I'm s-sorry..." hugging his... her? new legs.

The giant snake, with a head the size of a muggle car, gently nuzzled him. "I know you are..."

Tom's quiet sobs turned into body shaking wails, hugging the serpents head as tightly as he could... he always turned to his snakes for comfort. As they were the only one's who ever cared about him... even the Basilisk, who was far quicker to criticize... she did it out of love...

"Everything will be fine," She promised. "You'll see, Speaker. Everything will be much better."

• Present Day

Harry didn't know what to think. He was to be turned. His father was attempting to fight it. Convince the Temples this shouldn't stand... while Grampa returned to Europe, to find those who he trusted and were willing to be turned.

"There is nothing I can do," Explained the old, pink haired, woman. Harry just now realized. Her strange hair color probably meant she came from a long line of magic... possibly going all the way back to the early Feudal era.

Remus tried, "Your temple has always been one of the more compassionate to monsters, surely-"

"That's exactly why you should trust that there is nothing I can do," The old woman interrupted. "The Sohmas did everything correctly. You even made it easier for them. When you told Albus to shut it, during your first meeting with the temple, and he actually obeyed. You implied you were the head of the family. Likely due to Albus age, meaning he was pretired by our interpretation. That is what we told the Sohmas.

"You only confirmed this, by going to the Sohmas without Dumbledore-Sama. If you had brought him. You could have claimed our temple misunderstood the situation. Then, when you signed the papers, Dumbledore-Sama could have refused to accept them. As the true head of the family.

"Hell if you had just not been such a damn martyr, and allowed your elder to handle the situation, then you wouldn't be in this mess at all. But no, through your own actions, you established yourself as the head of the family. And Japan handles that stuff even more seriously then England.

"Even if you deny it now, claim you weren't allowed to make such a deal. Well, then the Sohmas will likely declare a blood feud, for the insult. If you claim they should have been dealing with Dumbledore-Sama, then that means you went to a formal meeting, to discuss an alliance between families, WITHOUT the clan head. Meaning you didn't think the Sohmas were worth your full attention.

"While this will likely get you out of having to turn anyone. Your Yokai Allies will take this Blood Feud seriously, and violence will likely spill out into the street. Then the other temples will get involved.

"With your sheer standing amongst the various monsters, the Yokai will turn to their own Allies for help. You, you stupid little boy, have all of Japan teetering on the edge of war. A civil war we haven't seen the likes of in hundreds of years...

"With all due respect," She didn't sound like she had any respect for the Lycan. "If it's between that, and you expanding your clan, I say 'Fuck your pride and suck it up'. I will not allow you to plunge us into another Yokai War.

"That Akito, bastard though he DEFINITELY is, knew that." She sighed. "And so..." her eyes suddenly began to glow, and Remus began to scream.

The man fell out of his chair, and started spasming on the floor.

Harry's eyes widened as his father began to turn into a werewolf. He tried to get up, to run before the transformation was complete, but that Hanyou suddenly appeared in front of the boy.

"Relax." The boy flashed a sympathetic smile. "We won't force you to do anything."

Papa Remus was now finished transforming, but instead of getting up, instead of mauling everyone to death... the Werewolf... started snoring.

The Priestess looked back at Harry, "We need you to make an adult decision. One your father won't be willing to make... no father would. He isn't going to turn you. We both know that. He will doom our country to war, getting tens of thousands killed, in order to protect you... simply because he IS a good father... but you need to understand I'm not exaggerating."

Seeing the boy relax, and listen to the high Priestess, The Hanyou left Harry's side. The hybrid pulled out a syringe, as he knelt by the Werewolf. Sticking it into the Venom sack in the beast's mouth.

As Harry's heartbeat sped up, The Priestess continued, "We have no intention of forcing you. This is entirely your decision. The lives, of so many, rest in your hands."

Harry... felt something... familiar. A feeling he often felt, when he saw some unjustice... some cruelty he could stop... someone he could save...

Looking at his father, calmly sleeping there... he had never seen the werewolf so calm... it really did look so pathetic... no one could comprehend it caused their family so much pain...

She was right... Harry knew she was... Dad would gladly doom the world if it meant protecting his son... because he was a good father... that meant, it was up to Harry to make it a moot point... to damn himself... to save everyone else... there was really one choice he could make.

Harry looked at the Hanyou. The boy, older then even psychics could comprehend, was just standing there. He was holding the syringe, but at his side, waiting for Harry to make his choice.

Harry gulped, enjoying his last few moments as a human, before rolling up his sleeve to passed his shoulder. Neither of the adults mentioned the scars on his arms.

The Hanyou smiled at the boy, "Can't wait til you start training here."

Harry gulped again, before steeling himself. "Just get it over with." The syringe was pushed into the boy's arm.

• A/N

I had this big plan, of having the genjutsu masters take control of Remus, and forcing him to bite Harry, but I think I prefer this version of events.

What about you, dear readers, do you prefer Harry playing the martyr?